The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1887-08-31

orbs before her and war was declared De
tween Lefty Greyson and Guy Chessing-
fon-"war to the knife.
After that he saw very little of the
Young lady. He learned tha. she was an
artist by profession-a hard-working art
ist who had her studio in the city from
which he and his sister had just arrived
and she had returned 20 her country
home for few weeks hard-earned vacs-
ton. So carefully did she avoid the
young man for the next fortnight, that
Guy began to believe she had really car
ried her threat Of going away into exc
cution. Then, just as he was beginning
to make up his mind tirat this was the
case, he encountered. her one day walk
ing alone in cool, shady nook in the
woods, perhaps ha.f 3 mile from the old
farm house. He turned and lifted his
hat. The young lady bowed coldly and
moved hastily onward Evidently she
had no desire to continue the acquaint-
ance with Mr.. Chessington. He stopped
short, gazing after the slender figure for
a moment, his eyes flashing.
1t is who have right to be Offend
ed--not she y he muttered angrily.
She shall not drop me in that cool
way"
Gus Chessington-a favorite in society
where fair ladies were wont TO contend
for his fayor-realized for the first time
in his life what il was to be slighted and
treated with cool contempt. He felt that
he ought 10 reciproeate in ike fashion,
but somehow he found il quite impossi
BILE Instead, he passed his Idle hours in
dreams of Miss Greyson, and one night
astonished himself by the recollection
that he had not thought of Marian Lyell
once that day. For there had been no
room for her in his heart. so full had il
become of Lefty Greyson. Yet he felt
that it was foolish and mere waste Of
time to think other at ali.
One day Guy was taking a solitary
stroll through the woods, his gun upon
his shoulder, when suddenly, turning a
bend in the green path, he came upon a
scene that froze the blood in his veins.
Under wide-spreading elm tree stood
Lefty Greyson, looking like statue Of
despair in her black dress. Her face was
CHASTITY white and her dark, horror-dila-
ted eyes fixed full upon dog-a wild
eyed, ferocious creature, standing before |
her in a threatening attitude, growing |
hoarsely as he prepared to spring upon
the defenseless girl. His red, blood-shot |
eyes, and open mouth, from which the
white foam was slowly oozing, told the |
whole story. The dog was mad
Trembling with horror Guy crept |
around 10 the right Of the girl raising |
his gun, he took aim at the maddened |
animal and fred But his agitation was
so great that his trembling hands missed |
the mark, and the dog was merely woun-
ded. With a mad howl Of rage and pain
the creature turned upon theyoung man,
his red eyes glaring fiendishly, his horri
BILE jaws wide open.
Lefty Greyson darted forward and |
threw her arms about Guy, pale and
painting.
"oh, my love, my love" she sobbed,
wildly.
He put away her clinging arms quietly, |
lifted the rife once more to his shoulder,
took deliberate aim, and fired.
A mad howl of agony, the dog rolled
over and over, and then lay still and cold |
in death.
Lefty sank upon a messy log and qui-
etly swooned away.
She opened her eyes to find her head
pillowed uponthe breast of her preserver.
lie stopped and pressed his lips to her /
shining hair.
Is it yes or no, Lefty darling?" he |
whispered softly. 1 have loved you 50
long-ever since you called me fop and
a dandy-and-"
Her hand was upon his lips with an i'm
perious gesture.
Hush :" she cried, you shall not re-
mind me of my own absurd blunders
Come, let us 20 home"
No, not until you have answered my
question. VIII you be my wife, Lefty? |
Surely you do not hate me? For saw
love in your beautiful eyes, my darling
just now, when that horrid brute"
lie paused; she was shuddering yio-
lently, her face hidden in her little |
hands.
But he bent his head and caught the
whisper
Yes"
Then, with an upturned glance from
the laughing dark eyes, she added
gayly:
You saved my life, therefore owe it |
to you; debt of honor, and always pay
my lebts :"
And when Marian Lyell heard the an
nouncement of the engagement, she hav-
ing long ago regretted the whim which
had instigated her refusal of Guy Chess
ington, held up her white, jeweled hands
with a languid:
Perfectly preposterous. | refused him
you know, and he was reckless and des-
perate, and threw himself away upon the
first pretty face that he metz
But Lefty and her husband are too
happy to trouble themselves in regard
to the opinion of Marian Lyell, or the
fashionable world at large
Give Them a Chance.